The Musing of One Who is Uncertain

Category: prattle

The Vedas, Shastras and Puranas all give definitive explanations about what is True, but still, realization of one’s True Nature does not take place – Chapter 7 Sub-Chapter 10 – Dasbodh When I first moved to Somerville in October 2018, I met my house mate who was a visiting Sorbonne educated Economist from Galicia. He […]

That in which there is no appearance of maya (illusion), In which there are no effects of maya (delusion), In which there is neither knowledge nor ignorance, In which there is neither Lord (Isvara) nor individual (jiva), In which there is neither reality nor unreality, And in which there is not the least appearance of […]

It has been a long while since I’ve written on here. Since my last post, I was hired full-time and moved into my own place. The entire process of settling into a new house and new job, in a new field and in a new country, had sapped me of any energy to pursue my […]

Q: How can I want the inconceivable? M: What else is there worth wanting? Granted, the real cannot be wanted, as a thing is wanted. But you can see the unreal as unreal and discard it. It is the discarding the false that opens the way to the true. – I Am That – Sri […]

During a gloomy winters evening in 2010, I met Joel Biroco at his flat in East London and have remained friends till this very day. I spent a great deal of time with Joel, discussing the Yijing, Daoism, Buddhism and Advaita Vedanta among thousands of other things. I can vividly recall all the time spent […]

If I had all the money I’d spent on drink, I’d spend it on drink. – Sir Henry from Sir Henry at Rawlinson End I figured a brief explanation is in order due to the prolonged inactivity on this so-called journal. Since my last post, I have arrived in Malaysia on the ominous Friday the […]

This is largely an endeavor to stay off social media and the internet as much as possible. I decided to set up this simple blog as a way of keeping myself on the internet without having to subscribe to all sorts distracting means of modern communication yet within reach of all who I consider my dear […]